What the Marble Hornet boys would do if they found out you were infected by the operator sickness.
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Jay
-This man, he would feel absolutely terrible that one, you got roped into all of this stuff, and two, that you are even infected by the operator!
-He’s worried that you’ll slightly turn into tim when he becomes Masky and you’ll try to kill him. But you usually have to reassure him that you won’t.
-Even if you’re infected he will do his best to make sure you are happy and alright, he doesn’t want that thing getting to you even more than it already has.
-Oh boy is he protective now, if you thought he was protective of you before you had gotten infected, be ready for him to be even more protective now! He’ll make sure no matter what you are safe, Begging you to stay away from Alex, and even to stay away from Tim.
-If you tried to explain to him that you were gonna be alright he would always say, “Baby, if you get hurt I wouldn’t be able to live with myself. Please let me do this..for both of us.”
-No matter what you try he is never letting up on being way too protective of you. So good luck with that.
Tim-
Oh..Oh boy-
-If you thought Jay was feeling upset that you got infected then just wait till Tim’s finds out you’re infected.
-The poor boy constantly blames himself for infecting you, he’s already had nightmares about infecting you but when it actually happened, he was freaking out.
“Baby I’m so, so sorry.” He said as tears pricked in the corners of his eyes, you coughed but you gave him a reassuring smile. Placing a hand on his cheek you leaned closer towards him. “Baby, don’t feel bad. It isn’t your fault that this happened.”You said, reassuring him as you kissed his forehead.
-even though you told him that it wasn’t his fault for you getting infected, he still felt bad.
-He will always share his medication with you, no matter what you said.
-He always makes sure you are alright, he makes sure you aren’t going on any of the dangerous adventures Jay and him goes on.
-he isn’t as protective as Jay will be but he can be pretty protective when it comes to you being safe in his house. He’s more worried that Alex will try and do something to you when he finds out you are infected.
Brian
-He really doesn’t know how to react if you get infected. But he originally assumed you had gotten infected from Tim and not the operator. You..had to stop him from almost killing Tim on a couple of occasions on this problem.
-”Firefly..are you gonna be ok?”
-But down the line he becomes more worried about you as you start having coughing fits, having memory issues and even sometimes thinking that you're seeing something that wasn’t there.
-He starts stealing more of Tims medication to try and help you, and still helps himself since he was also infected.
-When Alex became more of a threat he became protective, wanting you to stay out of Alex’s radar, so you wouldn’t get fully dragged into the situation Brian already was in.
-He won’t keep you locked away, but he will make sure you are ok and always tells you not to go outside without him.
Alex
-He’ll be pissed, but not probably for the reasons you’d expect.
-if we’re saying this is Alex after the operator sickness has spread he will be angry, angry that the operator infected you.
-he’ll become more aggressive when he’s dealing with Jay and Tim, even going to when he gets his hand on Tim to beat the absolute shit out of him.
-”It’s your fault that Jay’s dead! My beloved is infected because of you! And everyone..is gone..BECAUSE OF YOU!”
-He is very overprotective of you, he won’t let you leave the house, like..at all. If you tried to leave the house he’d always find you..and he’d tell you that the only place you’re safe is at his house, away from everything that is happening.
-Yeah..you are probably never going to be leaving Alex’s house again..
Warnings: Reader is too curious for their own good, slight horror.
Anonymous Request: Could I have the Prompt "Why should I trust you?" For Hoodie from Marble Hornets?
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There’s a strange man who frequents your library from the time it opens until it closes. He's dressed in a tan hooded sweatshirt, a black hat that looked better worn during the winter months, and a blank expression on his face that never quite seems to emote. Even though you usually arrive at work a few minutes before the start of your workday, the man is usually hunched over by the entrance, his stance clearly relaxed.
For as long as you've remembered, the man was always alone. Aside from the backpack that housed a laptop and a few other essentials you were not privy to, he had no other belongings. Briefly, whenever you decided to give him some thought, you wondered if he was homeless.
It would make sense.
The clothes usually stayed the same, the scent of mustiness that reminded you of campsites and forests filling your nostrils. However, other than his permanent outfit, you had the feeling that he wasn't an absolute slob. You had no right to judge, but you had the feeling that maybe he frequented public facilities like local gyms to accommodate his hygienic needs.
Maybe he did have a home and you were overthinking.
Whatever the case, it didn't matter.
You always unlocked the door for him if you were the first to clock in and it went unspoken amongst your colleagues that it was best not to disturb the man.
And so, it went like that for months, maybe even years. You weren't particularly too detail oriented about the specifics of how long you had known the man in the tan hoodie, but you did know that it was rare not to see him in the library.
Even though it was none of your business, you often wondered if he worked solely through remote means. Perhaps he didn't have wifi wherever he lived and was utilizing the library's resources. Sometimes, whenever you glanced up from your desk or reshelved books into their proper places, you would find him leaving his laptop behind on one of the tables he monopolized for himself to peruse the bookshelves. He never checked out a book to take home, but you did catch him bussing stacks of texts to his table. Minutes later, he would end up scribbling on scraps of paper he would tear from battered notebooks.
On the rare occasion that you were the sole person to reshelve the books he left behind, you realized that he was picking up books about codes, ciphers, and texts about computer programming and software.
In the beginning, you chalked it up to a hobby that he liked to pursue in the midst of his work.
That is, until you managed to get a good look at his laptop and the notes that he left on the table one afternoon.
At the very beginning, the man in the tan hoodie used to close his laptop shut and flip over his notepad or weigh it down with a series of reference texts. However, for some reason unknown to you, he must have felt relaxed enough to leave everything on his work station available for everyone to see. You spotted him retreating into the men's bathroom—not an unusual scene—but you happened to be only a few feet away from his table at that exact moment.
Your next few actions were unprecedented and unconscious.
As a librarian, you learned from the very beginning not to judge people for their tastes and preferences. So what if there was a middle aged woman reading erotica meant for women years younger than her? Or that was a young man reading a children's series about school mysteries? Or that there was a straightlaced businessman checking out a niche manga series from the nineties? Checking out books meant more engagement, which could potentially lead to more funding for your library. You only checked their library card and made sure that they returned their books on time.
But this was the man in the tan hooded sweatshirt.
He was a mystery who not only perplexed you, but also your coworkers.
What you were going to do next was neither illegal nor immoral… Perhaps a little questionable, but that meant nothing!
It wasn’t wrong to take a quick glance at someone’s work, just a passing glance nothing more. Everyone always caught a glimpse that wasn’t necessarily their business, so why was this any different? And if you were caught, you could say that you had dropped something near his work space… You were merely an unobtrusive, simple librarian. What was this man going to do to you for being curious?
Your interest had been piqued so long ago and you had been patient, you needed to know.
Before you could stop yourself, you swiftly walked over to the table and took a sneak peek at his laptop.
What you saw on the screen looked banal and not at all what you expected to see from the man in the tan hoodie. He used a browser unfamiliar to you, but anyone from a mile away could initially recognize the layout of YouTube. You focused on the video player upon the screen, squinting at the video’s title.
It appeared to be nondescript and unassuming; it was titled “entry” followed by what you assumed was its corresponding number.
The uploader of the video was also unknown, but their handle was far more whimsical than you had expected from the title alone. Marble Hornets, you read. What, were the hornets made out of marble? Or were they marbles with hornets in them?
Still, the name stuck with you despite it all.
You found your eyes drifting past the keyboard and onto the series of books and scraps of paper that littered the majority of his table. For some unfathomable reason, a number of those scraps of paper were littered with dozens of sketches of pine trees, strange circles that were crossed out, and vague, disturbing warnings about something watching in the woods. You dared not touch any of the scraps lest you leave incriminating evidence behind, but you did see that one of the reference texts was open to a page about encryption methods.
Glossing over the contents, you didn’t learn too much except that whoever the man was, he was smart.
Whatever the case, you didn’t want to any longer than you had to. It was one thing to sneak a glance at his belongings, quite another to be caught theorizing right in front of him. Quickly, you hurried off to another part of the library, something nondescript like the children’s section.
No sooner did you help a child pull the newest picture book off of a shelf did you spot the man striding from the bathroom and towards his spot. Averting your eyes, you gently reminded the child to not tear the pages and to ask for more help if they needed it. Excited and eager to please, the child thanked you heartily and skipped away to whom you thought was their guardian.
You happened to turn around at that exact moment—later on, you would contemplate why—only to find that the man in the tan hoodie was staring at you. Normally, whenever you found yourself locking eyes with the man—usually in passing—one or both of you would nod in acknowledgement before quickly turning away. That simply wasn’t the case now.
For five complete seconds, his eyes held you in place, the expression on his face strange and surreal to see on his normally impassive visage.
And then—
When you began entertaining the idea that maybe he knew or had seen you retreating, he turned away and began scribbling something in one of his papers.
You could only hope that he wasn’t furiously drawing more trees.
After that incident, you forgot about that strange man.
At the end of the day, you were still a librarian and that meant that you still had to cater to a variety of people's interests. There were a group of young ladies who wanted to know if the latest romance novel by a famous author had been shipped. An older gentleman with a hearing impairment asked if there were any books about developmental psychology. There were other questions and requests; all of them, you were sure to fulfill to the best of your ability.
Shortly after, the librarian closed and you watched as the stragglers gathered the last of their books, logged off their computers, or printed out the last of their research papers. Once that was done, you said goodbye to your fellow coworker, some of whom decided to stay a little later just to tidy up and gossip.
You laughed a little at that, but wished them the best for their evenings before you stepped out of the premises and into the chilly evening air. Having been working in this library for a while now, your guard wasn't up as you walked into the near empty parking lot, your car parked strategically near a lamplight so that it illuminated it perfectly. As you unlocked your vehicle, you began to feel a tickling sensation at the nape of your neck that trickled down your spine and raised the skin on your arms.
Someone was watching you, possibly from behind.
On guard, you immediately turned around, your keys wrapped in your fist as if you were brandishing a knife. Before you could initiate a stabbing or slashing motion should you find someone or something standing behind you, your hand was immediately intercepted by someone who was stronger than you. The shock of being caught without so much as a backup plan hindered you from recognizing the person holding you hostage until you noticed that the man was wearing a tan hoodie and that same expression on his face that you spotted him wearing him the last time you saw him, was aimed at you.
It was wariness and suspicion.
“What did you see?”
His voice was raspy and soft, as if it had been a long time since he had used it. However, you could not deny that even though there was a lack of volume, there was a notable threat—as if the tightening hold on your wrist wasn’t enough.
“W-what—”
“Don’t play stupid.” His grip flexed and you had no choice but to let go of the keys. As they cluttered onto the ground, he relaxed the hold he had on you, but the look in his eyes was still suspicious. But there was also an undercurrent of desperation. “What did you see?”
Maybe he had known all along that you had been watching him.
You were stupid to think that you could get away with this, but it was all for curiosity’s sake! There was no way he was getting riled up over something this stupid!
“F-fine!” You gritted your teeth and answered, “All I saw was a YouTube video and some of your creepy drawings. Happy?”
His eyes hardened. “You’re the one snooping through my belongings. Why should I trust you?”
You bit the inside of your mouth. “Okay, it was wrong of me to take a look—it was just a loo!—and I should have respected your space! I’m sorry! I didn’t see anything other than that! Honest!”
Finally, after you thought that he was sizing you up for a mugging, the man in the tan hoodie finally let go and practically shoved you into your driver’s seat. You tripped, but managed to right yourself so that you could cast one more fearful glance at your attacker.
“What the—”
“Go home, stay home. And don’t go snooping into places you aren’t supposed to.”
Had you the bravery, you would have retaliated, but you could barely stomach your shock when he grabbed your keys from the ground before throwing them into your lap.
By the time you slammed your door shut, locked and made sure all of your windows were secure, and started the ignition, the stranger was long gone.
That was the last time you ever saw him.
However, you couldn’t help but sense the feeling that something was following you. Always in the periphery of your vision, but never quite coming into focus. It was not the man in the tan hoodie, but it was something far more malevolent.
And it reminded you of the strange drawings that the man had scribbled.
What else had you seen?
Oh. You remembered now.
A tall, slender man hiding among the trees.
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Warnings: Yandere behavior, obsessive behavior, decline in mental health.
Anonymous Request: Please do more Yandere Jay!! I’m in love with your work and I love soft characters like Jay. Maybe something with reader leaving Jay because they can’t do his obsession anymore and knows that he won’t like it so they don’t tell him? Or something like a part two of chasing ghosts where reader escapes after? Thank you!!
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You steal away in the darkness of night.
It’s not so much stealing away as taking advantage of your dear friend’s trust, but you had to get away. You needed to leave him to his delusions.
As you make a show of shuffling to the motel’s door and leaving behind everything that would have made it obvious that you weren’t leaving for good (duffel bag filled with clothes and a laptop to help aid Jay’s investigation), you could hear Jay muttering to himself.
As always, he had taken a seat at the motel’s nightstand and had used it as a makeshift desk. His laptop hummed noisily in the background, his fan working overtime to keep cool. Every so often, Jay would tap at his keyboard or click his mouse in rapid repetition. Once upon a time, you had taken up that role with gusto whenever he had been out investigating.
Now, all you could see was a man who had been swallowed by his obsessions.
"Hey, I'll buy some snacks. Want anything?"
You hadn't expected an answer. Whenever Jay got in one of these moods, nothing short of demons rising from hell could shake him from his obsessive stupor. Honestly, it had been cute at first, but after so many months of getting ignored, you were just done with him. Furthermore, the fact that he was all up in arms about this... this thing that reportedly screwed up his laptop and whatever footage he happened to get from those godforsaken tapes of his. Not only that, but he reported that he had been stalked by that same aforementioned creature, but you could never find tangible evidence based on his senseless ramblings.
You've seen the footage, yeah, and you've seen those weird responses from totheark. That didn't mean anything, though. In fact, you were pretty sure that it was all a hoax and Jay just happened to take you along for a ride because, again, he was delusional.
And obsessive.
And because... you didn't know how to say this, but you were pretty sure Jay was dangerous.
If he wasn't already dangerous, then he was rapidly reaching that description.
When you realized that the most you'll get from Jay was a grunt, you turned the knob to leave. After gently letting the door click without too much fuss, you steadily made your way out of the motel. Out of paranoia that was born from months of spending so much time with Jay and those strange occurrences that he had insisted were caused by the Operator, you chose to walk rather than run.
Running meant that you were doing something wrong.
Running meant that you were scared.
You weren't. Not really.
Needing space away from a person who refused to seek help for their obvious decline in mental health was not cowardly. This was for both of your sakes.
When you managed to leave, you would get help from authorities. Or someone you could trust because Jay clearly wasn't in the right headspace for rational thought.
Once you reached the parking lot, you turned a hard left towards a convenience store. There, you hoped to ask someone for help or get access to a burner phone. You did have the foresight to also bring your money, but you feared that your funds may not have been enough. At the very least, you refrained from bringing your phone.
If there was one thing you knew about Jay, it was that he was obsessive enough to find whatever he was trying to look for.
You had seen him in action before and you hoped to whatever deity that was out there that you did not have to face him.
Just the thought of him roaming the streets, camera in hand, nearly had you in tears.
His persistence had been his greatest strength and your worst fear.
As you made your way into the convenience store, you kept your eyes peeled. For what? You didn't know, but it was better to remain prepared for the worst. There were very few people in the story, which soothed you. Strangers were always comforting to you, especially in such a brightly area like this. Heading to the register, you saw that it was a young man, probably fresh out of college, who was thumbing through an old issue of some popular gossip rag. His eyes were barely focusing on the page, but once you made your way towards him, he tossed the magazine to the side.
"Hi, how may I help you?" Even his voice sounded like it was out of focus and bleary. You couldn't blame him for such poor reception. It was nearly three in the morning and working long hours was something that you did not wish upon anyone.
"Can I borrow a phone?" You cleared your throat and hoped that you didn't sound too desperate. "Landline or cell, any is fine."
The young man gave you a hard stare, but you powered through the embarrassment. You had dressed pretty casually, but you hoped that you didn't give off the impression that you were homeless.
"Sure... I got an old landline out back."
Thankful, you followed the employee to the back of the store. There, mounted on the wall was a black phone that was equipped with buttons and a cord that coiled. It was nothing special, but to you, it spelled salvation.
After thanking him profusely, the man shrugged you off and advised you to get off the phone in five minutes.
You agreed.
As he walked back to the register, you punched in a series of numbers that you had long since memorized. An old friend. Your parents. Acquaintances from college. Anyone you could think of to help you.
Many of them ignored you (presumably due to the fact that the landline wasn't a recognized number) and you felt your anxiety mounting. The only hope that you had left was the voice messages you left behind. God, you tried to temper the raw fear in your voice, but it was useless.
Time was running out and with every second that passed, Jay could snap out of his obsessive stupor and realize that you had left a long time ago.
However, when you reached the last of the numbers you knew that you could trust, you knew that you had to return to reality. As a thank you to the nice employee, you resolved to buy yourself a candy bar and chips. Hopefully, such meager offerings would be enough to tide you over until your next big meal.
However, just as you placed your purchases on the counter, you heard the door to the establishment open and shut. You paid it not mind, but then—
"Oh, I was getting worried about you. You didn't bring your phone with you."
Blood chilled and breath stuttering to a halt, you refused to glance behind you. No, this couldn't be possible. Jay was supposed to be busy with editing videos and solving cryptic riddles! Ignoring the roadblock in your way wouldn't solve any of your problems, but—
You felt a hand on your shoulder and all of your hopes and dreams were shattered in an instant.
It was all over.
"You shouldn't forget your phone." Jay continued; he sounded too oblivious, not at all suspicious about your activities. That in itself did little but make you even more paranoid that he knew something. "It's a good thing that I'm good at finding you, right?"
He laughed that awkward laugh of his and you wanted nothing more than to take your chocolate bar and shove it down his throat.
"I just can't escape you, can I?" You laughed it off, but you felt his hand flex on your shoulder.
"Not at all. Come on, let's go back."
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Anonymous Request: Can you do a Alex Kralie x Reader, where they're going on a date but the operator shows up?
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Alex, in the time that you had known him, was not the sort to immediately become fearful or anxious. He had a quiet sort of confidence that often lent itself to arrogance on the topics that he thought himself to be a master of. However, there were times whenever you were hanging out with him that you realized that there was a lot more to this quiet confidence than what you had first expected.
For instance, there were times when he would stare off into the distance, as if he was trying to find something that you could never quite catch whenever you looked in the same direction. Whenever Alex saw that you were apprehensive or curious about his actions, he would give you a slight, if strained smile before taking you away.
What you noticed, though, was that most of these instances happened near the woods.
A part of you wanted to push for more dates in suburban areas and Alex had obliged with an eagerness that you found just as adorable as it was alarming.
But there was another part of you that wanted to know why Alex acted the way he had. Point blank, he refused any questions and you weren't about to ruin what tentative relationship you had with stupid questions. No, in order to get to the bottom of his weird actions, you had to be a lot more subtle.
And thus, you had opted to explore an abandoned hospital for your next date.
You had been told by a good friend that it was often a safe haven for squatters and drug addicts. However, law enforcement often skulked about the premises and made sure that the abandoned hospital was kept empty. However, you had also been given information that as long as you didn't go too late in the evening and went during the day, you would be left alone.
It was perfect.
You knew from past conversations with Alex that he had a penchant for looking at walking alone in the woods, camera in hand. And after perusing his past film projects in college, you knew that he liked using locations that none of the other students would even think about using. Creativity has always been one of Alex’s strong suits… it was the execution of said creativity that he had trouble mastering.
When you approached Alex with the idea that the both of you hang out at the abandoned hospital for a few hours, he had been hesitant. Oh, he had work to do. That abandoned hospital was probably home to dangerous people. Haven’t you heard that asbestos was dangerous for your health? And on and on.
Eventually, you persuaded him by saying that the both of you would go midmorning and that they would go back to civilization for lunch. He had conceded that point to you, but forced you to take a camera and a number of tapes for backup. You thought about asking if he was just using this date idea as B roll for a new project, but the apprehensive and hostile look in his eyes stopped you in his tracks.
This was what you wanted, right?
If you wanted your answers, you had to go through some pain first.
On the day of your date, you equipped yourself with a backpack and a handheld camera that you borrowed from another friend. The drive to the woods was uneventful, but Alex kept glancing back at you as if silently asking if this was really worth it. You paid him no mind and had instead checked your notes for the exact location of the hospital.
The trek was long and you found yourself sweating in the heat, but you continued on. At the corner of your eye, Alex was not as visibly winded as you, but he looked paler than normal. Every so often, he would whip his head backwards and every time you copied his movement, you didn’t see anything.
Eventually, when the woods cleared and the abandoned hospital came into view, Alex stopped and shook his head.
“What? Scared?”
Alex was blunt, cutting almost. “Absolutely. We have to go now.”
You were confused and frustrated. After wasting half an hour walking to this site, you couldn’t just quit now! Where was the spirit of adventure that you often spotted in Alex’s short films?
You crossed arms and faced Alex. “We just got here, Alex. We don’t have to go inside the main compound, but—”
“I’ve been here before.”
You blinked. “What?”
He repeated himself; this time, his words came out slowly, but with a sense of urgency that you had only heard once or twice before. “I’ve been here before. With a friend.”
“Well…” You glanced back at the hospital and then back to Alex. He held his ground under your gaze, but you could see that he was only moments away from bolting. “What, is the infrastructure inside that bad? If you already know the place, then you should be more comfortable—”
“Going. Now.”
Before you could question him, Alex tugged you back into the woods and away from the hospital. Because he had surprised you, you were dragged a fair distance away before you thrashed against his insistent grasp until he let go.
“What is wrong with you? There’s nothing wrong, nothing…”
And that’s when you heard it: a static sound.
At first, the sound was a distant hum, something that you could have certainly ignored, but just as suddenly as you reassured yourself of that fact, the static became piercing. It was just an annoying sound! There was no way it could incapacitate you, but you fell down to your knees, your hands clutching your head.
You opened your mouth, ready to start yelling at Alex for an explanation, but coughs—deep, wet, and ghastly—erupted. Fully incapacitated now, you could only curl up in a fetal position, your frame racked with uncontrollable coughing—god, it felt like you were drowning and coughing up water—and your brain empty of all thought other than the need to survive.
Seconds before you passed out, your throat roaring with an unquenched fire and so many questions left unanswered, you could faintly hear Alex screaming in the distance.
The static rose to an unprecedented pitch and you fell into the darkness.
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